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Chapter 173 Jiang Jintong Chapter 16

Jiang Jintong was always unwilling to reveal his past identity in front of Xie Luo. Whether it was his first personality or his second personality, they did not dare to take that step.

The present may not be perfect, but the memories of the past must be perfect.

Because those were the days when he had been happiest and the ones he most wanted to keep forever.

Jiang Jintong is now a psychopath. What good will it do if we tell it out loud?

He will only destroy the innocent and sincere beauty.

"Then can we still be friends from now on?"

"Xiaoluo."

"Calculated."

Xie Luo nodded. Although she appeared to be calm enough, her guilty and subtle movements still betrayed her inner feelings at the moment.

Jiang Jintong looked at the teapot in front of him calmly, and finally lowered his eyes.

"You don't have to come these few nights. I feel a little uncomfortable. You should go back and have a good rest, Xiao Luo."

"Good night."

"Good night."

After Xie Luo left, Jiang Jintong lifted the blanket on herself, and her two feet wrapped in gauze looked particularly conspicuous.

Fortunately, the wound was not too deep and he should be able to walk again after a few days of rest.

It would be better for him and Xie Luo not to meet again until his wounds healed.

The more you see, the faster you'll be exposed.

He picked up his cell phone, called Mrs. Jiang, and told her his thoughts.

The next day, Xie Luo's work changed from night to day.

The young man sat on a stool, swinging his legs while applying paint to the drawing paper, while Xie Luo stood beside him holding a tray and watched him paint.

During the day he has many minor personality flaws. He gets angry easily over trivial matters and is the type of person who is very difficult to get along with.

His temper is just like the weather these days, sometimes good and sometimes bad. When it is good, it is sunny, and when it is bad, it can even be windy, rainy and thundering.

Jiang Jintong talks a lot and would ask Xie Luo some strange questions from time to time.

Just like now, he sketched the shape of the white magnolia on the drawing paper, and then turned his head to look at Xie Luo's expression with interest: "How is it, is the white magnolia I drew beautiful?"

"nice."

"Where's the beauty?"

"... ...They are all beautiful. Everything about them is beautiful. The flowers you painted are very similar to the shape of white magnolias. You have perfectly portrayed their elegant temperament."

"Perfunctory."

Jiang Jintong threw the paintbrush to the ground. Although he was not very happy, for some reason he did not get angry with Xie Luo.

It was sunny outside just now, but now dark clouds have gathered.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, which kept rolling over and over, and there were occasional low thunders.

The butler came over and knocked on the door immediately, and he waved for Xie Luo to come over.

He had some medicine in his hand, and soon, the medicine was stuffed into Xie Luo's hand.

"Go in now and let the young master take the medicine."

"Remember, you have to let the young master eat it before the thunder strikes, otherwise it will be too late."

"Don't make the young master angry. You must appease the young master. If you do well, I will increase your salary. Otherwise, I will deduct your salary."

"... ...good."

Evil capitalist!

Xie Luo was in tears internally, but because she was troubled by the job and responsibilities of a maid, she didn't show it at all.

But... ...why do you have to bring the medicine at this time?

She had never seen Jiang Jintong take medicine at this time before.

Soon, there was a thunder, and the people inside shouted, followed by a loud crash.

The housekeeper urged Xie Luo to go in: "Go quickly."

"Ok."

Xie Luo returned to the studio. The easel that had just stood in front of Jiang Jintong was now lying on the ground with the palette thrown on it, staining the outlined white magnolia into a mess.

It was hard for her not to doubt one thing now.

According to this situation, did Jiang Jintong just attack the easel with the palette?

The young man raised his head and glanced at Xie Luo. His handsome face showed growing impatience. His light brown eyes widened slightly, but his lips were tightly pursed.

His face seemed a little paler than before.

Not only did his face turn pale, Jiang Jintong's entire condition seemed a little off.

His breathing gradually became heavier and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Well, the butler was prescient and he should indeed take medicine.

"Master, take your medicine."

Xie Luo poured a cup of warm water from the table. She held the water in one hand and the medicine in the other and handed them to Jiang Jintong together.

Jiang Jintong shrank his body even tighter and nearly spilled the water when he raised his hand.

Xie Luo could see that there was clearly rage and fear hidden in his eyes, but those emotions would always be forcibly suppressed by their owner after they touched her face.

Jiang Jintong was about to open his mouth to refuse, but a muffled thunder struck again. He subconsciously ran to the corner and then huddled in the corner motionlessly.

Xie Luo followed him and handed the medicine to him again.

This time the young man finally did not refuse. He took the medicine from Xie Luo's hand and drank it in one gulp without even drinking the water.

"Cough cough!"

The consequences of such recklessness would inevitably be extremely bad. Jiang Jintong soon began to cough violently because of the pill stuck in his throat.

The coughing made his face flush in an instant, becoming extremely red and warm, but his moist eyes made him look particularly pitiful.

The word "pitiful" is clearly not appropriate when used to describe the other person.

But Xie Luo had this feeling at this moment.

"Master, drink some water. You can't swallow it without water."

Xie Luo repeated it several times before coaxing the young man into swallowing the medicine.

She turned around and walked towards the table again, placing the cup on the table to prevent the young man from throwing it away if he got upset.

Although the Jiang family would never care about a small cup, it is still not easy to clean up the glass shards.

The thunder outside was getting louder and louder. She went to close the window, but turned around and found that the young man's condition was even worse.

At this moment, Jiang Jintong had lost all his pride and sharpness, like a hedgehog with its thorns pulled out. He could only huddle helplessly in the corner and tremble in order to protect himself.

But his symptoms don't seem like fear of thunder. After all, if someone is afraid of thunder, who would squat in the corner?

Xie Luo looked at Jiang Jintong in silence, not knowing whether he should go forward or leave.

Mrs. Jiang received the report from the housekeeper. She looked up at the overcast sky with deep worry and pity in her eyes.

No one knew better than she did that what Jiang Jintong feared was never the thunder, but the past hidden under the thunder.

During the time he was kidnapped, most of the torture he suffered was not physical, but mental.

What the enemy wanted was not Jiang Jintong's life, but to completely destroy Jiang Jintong.

If Jiang Jintong hadn't had the chance to escape later, the consequences would have been disastrous.

But the current situation seems to be no different from if he were completely disabled.